"Life" to say is one word !

But this single word has lot many stories. Told and untold stories. Stories of one's happiness. Stories of hard times. Stories of unstable lives.

One opens eyes into the world without knowing anything about life. The infant born doesn't have to care about anything happening around. He has no responsibilities and no worries too.

I guess childhood is the best part of life. The best about this is that you don't remember your childhood happenings. Forgetting things to me is a blessing.

The more you forget things from your life the more you stay happy.

Growing older makes you learn actually about the word life. Older you grow; the harder you find life.

Or may be it's my perspective.

The growing person has to pass through so many different stages. Pass through many smooth phases and many hard phases in life. The struggle continues. There are issues within families to tackle. There are times when one sees his family passing through crucial times of meetings the needs of the house.

I am not saying that life is always a name of hurdles but it never is a bed of roses. It may be smooth at times but ultimately it's hard at many points.

Then a stag comes when your parents grow older and you lose them anyway. This is the crucial most event in life. You are shattered and helpless at such phases. It takes you several months or even years overcoming.

Then there is an age from life when you have your off springs and you burn the midnight oil to meet their demands and provide the best life to them. You spend your rest of life around them and for them.

Then comes the old age . The age when you are not even able to do things for your self. If you are lucky enough to have great children; the old age becomes smooth. But if the situation is opposite you are passing the hardest times of your life.

And in the end you are no more ...

What I conclude of life is that it's a series of hard and smooth times. But hard times comes to you in much more concentration than the smooth ones.